How It All Started

SHE SAID (How I remember it):

I was playing hooky from work one day and decided to spend some time at the bookstore. While sitting at the Border’s café and reading (please don’t judge me) Twilight, I got this weird feeling that I was being watched. When I looked up from my reading, there was this creepy but very nice-looking guy staring at me from the opposite side of the café. I scowled at him, which usually intimidates most people, but he didn’t even flinch. He smiled at me and waved. I continued to frown and started reading again, promptly turning my body away from the stranger.

That creepy feeling continued however and I can tell from my peripheral vision that he was still staring. So, while avoiding any eye contact with the man, I finished my coffee and left the café. Then, I strolled through the fiction aisles to see if there are new books I felt like buying. The nerve on this guy – he tapped me on the shoulder and started talking to me. I couldn’t really be mean because he was so nice and I can tell he was nervous as hell.

I like making people squirm so I had this perverse need to just stand there, with my head cocked a bit to the side, an amused grin on my lips, not saying anything. I let him talk for a while, just shrugging my shoulders when asked a question and not really saying a word. He finally ran out of steam or courage and said, “Okay, I guess I should go.”

He looked so much like a sad puppy and he really was cute and sweet. So, I introduced myself. Oh, my goodness! His face lit up so brightly when I said my name and extended my hand, it knocked the breath out of me. We talked for about 15 minutes while strolling through the bookstore. When he asked for my phone number, I gave him my e-mail address instead and told him to send me his information. He asked to walk me to my car but I refused. I can still remember him standing there at the front of Borders, with his hands in his jeans front-pockets, nonchalantly leaning against the wall with this endearing look of joy on his face. I think I fell in love right there while I was driving away from my dream-guy.

HE SAID (From his journal):

The first thing I noticed about her was her ass. She was looking for something in her car and she wasn’t aware that her awkward position was providing a whole lot of passer-by’s a wonderful sight. I followed her from her car back to the bookstore. I watched her sway her hips, lean over and show cleavage, all without being aware she was giving me a bit of excitement. It’s been a while.

At one point, I was really embarrassed. I was watching her lips move and pout while I was imagining other things I would like to do with them. When I looked up, she was staring right at me. I hope she didn’t see me blush.

Any way, I got her e-mail address. I’ve been trying to write something witty to send her but I keep sounding too eager. I’m so out of practice. I’m actually glad she didn’t give me her phone number; I wouldn’t know what to say. This woman intrigues me…